Manifestation

A step forward.

We often circle around questions. Questions to our very existence. But do we have an answer? Well, we can have a theory. Think about it, what if, and it's a big 'if', we reside inside the head of a giant creature?, God?, Demon? Think about it, Just like the microbes which is present in our body, for them our body might be the universe. And the same can be considered for us, animals. When you see it the way I see it, the universe is just a giant brain. Do we think about it? No, once again because we don't have to. Now, about the kid that I was talking about, he thought. Long before his high school. You might be wondering, why would he think of that?

We all get busy. Struggling to keep up. Racing against time.
Achievements and success blinds us. Many may contradict. It's natural. We all are different. Perspective differs, that's what makes us special. We have our friends and people surrounding us. We get busy working, we get busy struggling, we get busy arguing. But him, he was never too busy. He did his things, sorted out his problems and yet had the time to think. Introspect. He could do this because he was not so good with people. He had hard time facing one.
Call him an introvert or socially challenged. He was always on his own. Building figures in his mind. Questioning everything. Finding the logical explanation to every problem. For him everything was a problem that needs to be solved. One could never understand his mind. He was like every other person, walking, talking,  absolutely normal. But it was his brain that was not built this way. He saw things. Numerous, countless, and yet unimaginable things. He was not outspoken, but his mind was. He analysed every detail. It was like entire different world in his mind. Oh yes, he was a visual thinker. And all he had to do was express. That's where the plight was.
Problems were dealt with minimal effort, but people, there came the complication.
He switched schools a couple of times. Went to places, met new people. But again, it was a tough call. Breaking the ice was never his forte. He preferred being alone. That's just him.
Now, was he rude? No, he understood people, better than anyone. He could read them but never really learned to express his thinking.
He was an iceberg, he even struggled to express his feelings towards his own parent.
He felt like an outcaste at times. But as I said, fitting in was never his forte. His awkwardness shouldn't be confused with solitary. He had friends, a lot of them. But only few understood him. I was one of them.